Ever since you took a midnight run, you have felt someone or something watching, but could never quite lock your eyes on the source.

  When you got home you were in excruciating pain; your spine felt like it could peel right out of your back. You hear a light scratching noise on your door at three AM, the ‘haunting hour’.

  Getting up to open the door, there is a dark figure looking down at you. The blood-lusting eyes face you at the door, paralyzing you with fear as you watch the thing reach behind your back.

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  Suddenly going limp and crumbling to the ground as you watch the thing walk away with your bloodied spine swinging from side to side in its grip.

  There you lay there plastered to the floor, broken, in a puddle of your own blood.

  Your words are stuck deep in your gut.

  Soon your vision slowly blurs at the face of death himself.